• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bus Stops - Nonce
• The West Is - Nonce
• On The Air - Nonce
• Mix Tapes - Nonce
• Keep It On - Nonce
• Eighty-Five - Nonce
• Nance - Nance
• Love Is - Nance
• Kiss It - Nance
• Big Brother Is Watching You - Nance
• Too Bad It Ain't You - Nancy

[Chorus:]
They on the bus stops
They out bumpin' the sound
They at every mall in the city
Take a look at `em cruising around
[x2]
[Nouka:]
I seen this girl yo around the way
She kicked over there where my homegirl stay
I've been known to step up and make them swoon to me
It's just a job of being devastating MCs
When I'm looking for a freak you know it ain't no stress
I get they minds tight and then you out that dress
So when I roll up and say what's your name
Showing them thighs driving me insane
Don't try to front cause I saw you look
I know your thinking `bout how much time I took
So now I'm out on the town with my alias
Getting all freaks in my radius
Shine was fly so was Michelle
Denise and Keanna broke me off real well
So if you in the city and you got it like that
Yusef won't you tell `em where the honeys is at
[Chorus]
[AceyAlone:]
Hey, goes down_I'm AceyAlone on WKAC on your FM dial
Now this is to all the ladies, a little something for your tummies
Now where they at_
[Yusef:]
Now I am not the one to be flossing see
About the Janes everyday that'll flock to me
And yes I see them round the way cause they all got fame
You know the brothers realize cause we peep that game
From LaShawn down to Kim plus Antoinette
Little Keesha and Shareeka can't forget Fissette
For the jibs that'll make a nigger nature rise
You see I gotta put them down just to recognize
From the neighborhood spot where they all might gather
From the phone conversation to the latest fad
I can't front or even stop cause the spot's quite hot
And like without the proper biz then you must shake the spots
So if you get an eye then you best pursue
Cause if your line's kind of late another John will do
And if, you see Tamika tell her give me a ring
Now I'm a let the cable go so the guys can sing
[Chorus]
[Nouka:]
In summer dresses and braided hair
And faded fros really make me stare
I'm talking `bout the girls who really know
Who nod they heads when the beat is slow
Sherrelle is the girl with the attitude
But I handled that right when I'm in the mood
Shae is the girl who's paging me
I'll call her when I'm finished on this M-I-C
One day I asked Kiki what her homegirls say
They say who is that baller over there today
Seeing these Janes is routine you see
I even like the girls who jock constantly
It's not that I be flossing nor nothing like that
I guess I'm just a player with that old school rap
Now if the sun is shining and it's really hot
My man won't you tell them `bout them honey spots

The West coast is blowin up
The new innovators of style, but there's more to be uncovered
From the undiscovered regions of this sector
Addin to the circulations of monumental demos
This should definitely be stamped sure shot produce
LIKE THIS!
[Verse One]
Yo whassup man to the rooftop runners
The one that's with the bass got some puff for your soul
Plus the heavy meditator still jottin down ditties but wait
An equal sum, T-mass in elevational speak
The vocal bloom while my signal was tuned
Dissect, my set level to a hoverous form
Then release, to the ear, while I watch my spirit travel
See the evil dissapear like an atomless math
Through the U.N.I., which infinity is I
Where my energy is based, see I got a fat sack of space
I toned it down for a recharge of tone
Then I threw it my sack, cause my travels are wild
Plus a power that'll read through a wearer's disguise
Through an MC form I walks, as a normal man
But my estimated time of the regular digestion of a verb
stems days uncountable to many
As a being from beyond, cuttin wax, as I break the many forms
Through a total mad account for myself
Spittin logic through a relay of words that might burn
through a century two-ways it's clear to the eyes
Then project, with approximate, greetings that's slow
Calculated to an intricate find, and disembody that
photo type place whenever rhyme with the one
True original phrase of words flowin with the page that's written
[Verse Two]
As I blast, the last dash of my lyrical gas
I pass, a regular MC path, break them before me
How uneasy, to be the MC like B
But you know how we do this when we give U.S.C.
Or A.S.T., it's not me to speak in stutter
My lyrics break fast, like bread and butter
I utter, another style, meanwhile child I profiles
The funky-ass hip-hop makes you wanna break for the mic and freestyle
Uhh, but these styles ain't free
I feel the fatness on this track, the bass frequencies
take over me, damage ya with my freaky freaky flow
Catch wreck, check ya neck, I come clean in ya speakers bro
or sis, be you mister or miss
If you need flavor and funk in your life Sugar's what you missed
Uhh, it's not good, not Nutrasweet nor a suplement
A shot of the props, leavin suckers stuck in detriment
UHH!
[Interlude]
The West Is.. "Bout to blow the fuck up"
The West Is.. ??
The West Is.. ??
The West Is.. "The place to be"
The West Is.. "down"
"And I'll tell you why in just a moment"
"And now ladies and gentlemen" {*scratched repeatedly*}
[Verse Three]
Here's a sure shot take from the ground techniques
of my speak, blowin from the West
Era ninety-three is how we hit up the sticker
I glance at my ticker, it's time
To blow the text out my throat and get the oohs and ahhs
of a applause and defeats, it gets my stand
It's how I, learned to be an MC
So take this tape, and put it witcha tape
And love it like ya breaks all smothered in the hiss
And plates of paper, to hold it all up
And I can give a fuck about a industry appeal
But watch 'em all steal this style, and blow the fuck up
Usin my shit
[miscellaneous scratches]
[Verse Four]
Right, right, right
Niggaz doin all that screamin, but really don't know shit doe
You see, if rap were a tree
Then my knowledge would bear fruits
And if rap ever falls, then I guess I'd be a parachute
If rap was the news
Then me, I'd be the commentary
And if rap were a fine bitch
Then I'd be Halle Berry!
If rap were a three and two pitch
Then I'd be wild

Yes [echoes] skills [echoes]
To all MC's.. with skills [echoes]
Yes [echoes]
For all MC's.. you're on the air
Yes [echoes] with skills, to all MC's
Yes [echoes] you're on the air [echoes]
To all, MC's.. you're on the air [echoes]
[Verse One: Yusef Afloat]
Now sit back, relax, put on your head gear
You're waiting, waiting and waiting but stop debating
And release the highs, just let them fly
While I say whassup to grandma, in the sky
Let the bass consume the place
I'm chillin in the studio, listenin to Ace
About platinum hits, and how high to climb
And how many MC's really can't rhyme
But I get a dime for the wax I press
It's all a mindstate that leads to stress
Them evil spirits, but I can't hear it
Like my girl Giant told me said you got to clear it
So I release and find my peace
Through a beat or some shit, and dream about hits
I gotta keep my thing on straight
Get my head together and wait 'til I get my share
At least I'm on the air
You're on the air [echoes]
Yes [echoes] you're on the air [echoes]
Yes [echoes] you're on the air [echoes]
Yes [echoes]
Skills, what I'm saying is like, it stems from
(To all MC's) From MC's basically, from beginnin to end
(To all MC's) And straight out your mental side
(To all MC's) Straight through, everything pieces together, knahmsayin?
Put the mental thing together, everything equals out
Keep your head above water
[Verse Two: Nouka]
I got a cut for your crates, beats and rhymes
On black plates to pass around
With my nine to five, plus studio time
I got a radio slot tryin to get hot
Soonbe was the one that said that there was a flaw
When MC's blow up, and they get large
And forget, basin they styles on a hit
So I try to step around this twist
With acts like Green and my man Superb
Where rhymin is first and the fame is third
So I walk around town with the full cassette
Thinkin all the times of new ways to stay fresh
This is what I do daily
You might see the show and request me
Do an interview and speak about the West
And some whack MC, might try to test
Like 'Sef I got stress and sometimes I may
Smoke me a blunt with my man Kwame

Where is that shit?
[tapes rattle]
I know it's on one of these tapes
[Verse One: Nouka]
On the bus, rollin to the crib
I would get dibs on the seat with my man OJ
and rock beats from LaMerte, Park to 81st
When I, got home, this was first
I plugged the headphones in, then catch the break
Fourteen with the system, I was like great
on the, turntables, I turned labels
Back and forth then pushed stop on the tape
Then down the street, to 81st, place the kid
with the fat face with the fat case for sale
Ten dollars, if you was known
I put the turntable down for the microphone
[Chorus: x2]
I used to sell, mix tapes, but now I'm an MC
I got the rhymes and beats, I used to rock them tapes
[Verse Two: Nouka]
Back up at World O' Wheels with the rap contest
I used to try and get mine cuz I thought I was fresh
I liked LL and Shan with my Roxanne rhyme
It might sound wack but it was dope at the time
Then it progressed with styles of the I-Fresh
MC's like Ganjah K and the rest
Post Meter, with the pause mix cut
Rockin Southwest College tearin it up
Money, really wasn't part of the rap
Paid, was havin people start to clap
Gettin ready for the break, your heart starts to race
You was hyped, cuz I could see it on your face
Yes yes, the beat is like fresh
Plus we had the moves, that make the party move
And those were the dues, without makin papes
Damn I should go back, to sellin mix tapes
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Yusef Afloat]
One to the two, four and eight
Hit the rewind and move and turn the black plate
Get you a tape, watch the crew wreck and
spin the vinyl til it melt and get a phat new casette
across the West y'all
Spin around with the sound and get choice
while the clear voice rock from the ground
Stereo, it's all in the jam
Plus tricks that fixes styles through mixes
If you're soft, beginning to end, you can't win
Let the DJ freak pause then run it again
While you're listening to the hit, it's nice can't you tell
That the two are steady bringin till we swell
[Chorus]
"Pull the new school tape from out my rag"
"Man I, man I, quit sellin (tapes)
Yo what's up? I just wanted to give a shout out
to all of those who was down back there when I started
Back in eighty-four and eighty-five
Yo I wanna give a shout out to my man Yusef Afloat

[Yusef:]
This here be a track
Straight out of the blue
Untapped source of a funkdafied force
This course from the source and of course
Muse bound bop heavy meditator and something to see
Grab a pound getting down cause my end is so free
Ninety-four is the year that I tell you to bloom
But platinum sells shit and gold is the hit
But then I gotta watch my step cause I could get a rep
Always always filling through the void
of the now that's bringing you a found set
Grand jam yet- this will be a let
And with a muscle you can dig a stone produce cut
You can try with the highs but it never will meet
One break don't take so where's the beat
Good stance while it lasted and your crew is elite
Arm fold I was told cause it's all a repeat
[Nouka:]
Gee I feel grand on the suede fly fiz
Get you hooked while you play my demo tape
Down and down is where the bro's kick the rhyme wanna be
Star struck but the park had no luck
What the heck- we tried [?]peace-a-ful respect[?]
I couldn't hack it so I tagged that to the rhyme vine
Now I'm doing jams with the microphone stand
And it's on and on and like the Nonce y'all
Keep it on y'all [repeat]
[Yusef:]
Coming with the stare plugging up the leaky wear (can you hear?)
Dumping tracks for the kids who truck for better funk
Man the wait was kind of brutal, but still it's the vibe
Ever cheering for the hip hop cause it won't stop
I get down y'all (y'all) keep it ghetto y'all (y'all)
Streets catch your air I suggest that Mr. Tophat
Take a gander pal while I mission to step
Yo I be on the set flowing live and direct
Listen to the village swoll' heads make a sinner
Know from where you came down deep throughout your inner
With blessed and funky shlept praying that I blow up
Make a deal with the devil, I'd rather trust my eye
Drop the wax and packs play the ball where it lies
Dropped my tag where I stood
Anywhere that I could
Rooted deep in the hood
And I tell you it's good
[Nouka:]
Yes yes it's stamped and it must get through
The McHaps and Weavil ones we got the tapes and crates that's full
With the good cuts and beats and loops and spoons of the music brand
[?Go psysed my shift?] and I'm with that
Baby brother here's an album I submitted in
Said sing my compilation till it's sold and sold out
And let the wax get cut
And sampled it dope breaks it come
Some be very left while used by Nouka and Sef
I quote my man I'm swirling G
I'm getting feed from this beef y'all rolling on tracks
Full back to back with the vibe to vibe
Kick it live my mellow my man it's on
Bass and tone I put my verbal in a cup
Peace and I'm out Nouka meter's up

It's 85 y'all
It's 85 y'all
I said it's 86 y'all
85, 86, 83
[Nouka:]
It's 8:48 and two hours left
The board is staring straight at Sef
Grabbing for my piece of paper but the haper
Cause I'm flowing today
Plus I, what to say
First I look up and then I check the time
Then I get the caper to my old school rhyme
It's like that y'all
You know I don't stop
That Eighty-five hip hop (come on)
Step in sure shot cause the plate is burning
The table is spinning
And you know I'm winning
Now check it out y'all
You know I rock on
Don't freak it by the force cause you know we keep on
My mellow
To the label was stable
Packs to the shows giving pounds to the bro's
It's 9:05 and we're kicking live
What you know about the place that we used to survive
Now it's 9:10 just letting the wheels spin
When it gets it to the end
Tell `em cue it again
It's like that y'all
You know I don't stop

Nance
Miscellaneous
Big Brother Is Watching You
Oh Oh Oh Ooh oo Oh Oo Wooooh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Nana Nana Na
Big Brother is watching you
And there's nothing much that you can do
His eyes are looking everywhere
Look out, look out, look out, look out
Big Brother is in disguise
You never ever see his eyes
But still you know that he's around
Look out, look out, look out
Look out, big brother is watching you
Big brother is watching you
And there's nothing much that you can do
Look out, big brother is watching you
Big brother is watching you
Look out
Big Brother is everywhere
About love & life he doesn't care
Make one wrong step and he crawls out
Look out, look out, look out, look out
Big Brother just takes control
This is your last and final goal
Before you know he rules the world
Look out, look out, look out
All he can do...
All he can do...

Oh na ne nana ne nana,
Oh na ne nana ne nana,
Oh... When I wake up in the morning,
There's a smile upon my face,
There's a new friend in my life,
Who will brighten all my days,
When I see his face,
I wish upon the stars above,
No way in the world,
That I'm gonna hide my love...
Love is...
A feeling to protect oh baby,
Love is...
Hugs and kisses all night long,
Love is...
Something you can't miss,
Love is...
Hoping all my dreams come true,
Love is...
Future plans for me and you,
But most of all it's true
Love is you
When we are together,
We both have have lots of fun,
And early in morning,
Watch the rising of the sun,
When the evening comes,
He takes me out all night,
And this time I know,
That my love is feeling right...
Love is...
Partners for a lifetime darling,
Love is...
Heaven send a star forever,
Love is...
Not to buy or rent,
Love is...
Moonlight in the darkest night,
Love is...
Change of heart and peace of mind,
But most of all it's true
Love is you...
Oh na ne nana ne nana,

You can kiss it
You don't own me
You can kiss it
I'm not you bitch
You can kiss it
You don't own me
You can kiss it
Oh, you can kiss it...
No one tell's me what to do,
No one and no one tell's me what to say,
No I don't live my life for you,
You've better get not on my way,
The sacrificial all alone,
I wanna live my life on my own,
And if you don't like this or that,
Than you can kiss it!
No one tell's me how to dress,
No one and no one tell's me how to live,
No I don't want you to confess,
About the girls you've sleepin' with,
The sacrificial all alone,
I wanna live my life on my own,
And if you don't like this or that,
Than you can kiss it!
No one tell's me what to do,
No one and no one tell's me what to say,
No one tell's me what to do,
No one and no one tell's me what to say...
Oh, you can kiss it...
Oh, Oh, you can kiss it!

Oh Oh Oh Ooh oo Oh Oo Wooooh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Nana Nana Na
Big Brother is watching you
And there's nothing much that you can do
His eyes are looking everywhere
Look out, look out, look out, look out
Big Brother is in disguise
You never ever see his eyes
But still you know that he's around
Look out, look out, look out
Look out, big brother is watching you
Big brother is watching you
And there's nothing much that you can do
Look out, big brother is watching you
Big brother is watching you
Look out
Big Brother is everywhere
About love & life he doesn't care
Make one wrong step and he crawls out
Look out, look out, look out, look out
Big Brother just takes control
This is your last and final goal
Before you know he rules the world
Look out, look out, look out
All he can do...
All he can do...

So, wassup? Ya' pickin' up some ladies in ya' truck?
Gotta go, otp, pto, thats juz' it.
Don't wanna sit around and stare at your new click.
Gotta go, gotta girl. Need a new look, whilst nicking on a nixin' and blastin' out at the world.
(Bridge)
You think its good but you surely are wrong!
'Cause you's steerin' 'way and 'way from my love.
Talkin' 'bout new looks and loves, tix wid da clicks, and apreciate above.
(CHOURUS)
Heard about a car accident the other day, too bad it aint you!
And this Lil Kim layed easy in da tub, too bad it aint you. (Da, da-da-do what you do.)
(CHOURUS)
Heard about a car accident the other day, too bad it aint you!
And this Lil Kim layed easy in da tub, too bad it aint you. (Da da da do what you do.)
You are mad, bad, teasin' me like dat, oooooooooohh, crazy!
You are mad, bad, teasin' me like dat, oooooooooohh, crazy!
(CHOURUS)
Heard about a car accident the other day, too bad it aint you!
And this Lil Kim layed easy in da tub, too bad it aint you. (Da da da do what you do.)
(''Dis boy aint worth dat, girl! Oooh, shes got my man, Davy, baby!" "Oh, well! Too bad it aint YOU!'' Explosion of laughter from the girls.)
THE END